Spring, Seventeenth Year of the Xin Zhuo Emperor

Back at the stables, free from her bindings, and having food and water and rest, Morha’s fire returned and she was beside herself in anger. *I’ll make him pay for that!*

Qing watched her companion's petulance with a hint of amusement.

*Perhaps you should feel flattered. The Emperor obviously sees you as a precious treasure. No real harm will come to you, and you'll be rewarded for your tribute.*

*Fuck the Emperor! Fuck tribute! Fuck being some treasure, like a porcelain doll or a jewel or a pet, to be manhandled and violated at the whims of a human!*

*Calm down. Remember the plan.*

*And let some madman that thinks he rules over the entire world molest me?*

*Morha. I promise you, that you will get your chance to go home. Perhaps even revenge for these acts. Believe me, I know this is humiliating and deeply uncomfortable. But put up with it for a little while longer, otherwise you might lose any chance.*

*Have you no pride, Qing?* The mušḫuššu thundered. *No sense of self worth? Perhaps you’re fine with these acts of disgrace and honor because the humans have broken you!*

The blue dragon appeared like she had been stung. Qing summoned her full authority, and it looked like she had doubled in size and had become a monstrous demon.

*Morha, I have done my best to protect you. But you are a naive fool.* The long hissed ominously. *If you ever ask that question to me again, I will make sure you regret it.* She physically glowered the younger dragon down. *Do you understand?*

*Yes, Qing.* Morha meekly replied.

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Twisted Sister - We're Not Gonna Take It

From  Chickenzaur!